Hotaru
"The pleasure is mine," she responds, soft and regal as she young girl moves closer to her side. Hunting for stones is perhaps the easiest portion of her quest. It is entirely subjective, with no requirements placed upon what shape, color, or quality the stones should be. All the easier for Lilliane - newly named - to join Hotaru in her efforts.
A little humming laugh sounds in the Valkyrie's throat at the inquisitive, if off-base question. "Oh, no. While I'm quite loyal to them, I am not their demigod. I asked them for something, and as such they gave me a list of things to complete in return for it." Fair is fair after all, and Frey - of all the heralds - believes most strongly in scratching each other's backs so to speak. "You're an Outlander then? I'm sorry. You seem awfully young, and I know how hard it can be." Sympathy makes her voice soft, personal between the two of them, while her wording makes it clear that Hotaru herself is an Outlander as well.
A little humming laugh sounds in the Valkyrie's throat at the inquisitive, if off-base question. "Oh, no. While I'm quite loyal to them, I am not their demigod. I asked them for something, and as such they gave me a list of things to complete in return for it." Fair is fair after all, and Frey - of all the heralds - believes most strongly in scratching each other's backs so to speak. "You're an Outlander then? I'm sorry. You seem awfully young, and I know how hard it can be." Sympathy makes her voice soft, personal between the two of them, while her wording makes it clear that Hotaru herself is an Outlander as well.
a princess with lips made of glass
and a voice cut from steel
and a voice cut from steel
